Hugh Kepple

*heads for the airlock to relieve Wes and fill him in on the situation*

*annoyed, he pulls off his helmet, grumbles* Why do I feel like I just signed another deal with the devil?

*as the transporter beam releases him, he finds himself back on his ship*

[...] still have a haul of preserved foodstuffs in my hold from before I... 'volunteered', if that's amicable to you.

[...] looks up at who he assumes is the transporter operator* *resigned sigh* Are you Feds, or did my day just get a hell of a lot worse?

[...] and finally a short drop onto what he assumes is a transporter pad* *trying to regain his bearings, he twists off his helmet and [...]

*feels an odd tingling, then swears under his breath as he recognizes the feel of a transporter beam, then the sudden pull of gravity, [...]

*almost excited, he pulls himself below one of the consoles and begins the work of salvaging what he can*

[...] least cosmetically* *aside from the floating bodies, this small section of the ship seems to have escaped harm*

*moving quickly over and past the scene, he makes his way to Main Engineering* *as he enters, he finds the room surprisingly intact, at[...]

*tasting bile, cringes and quickly turns away from the sight of a crewman smeared across the deck by a fallen structural support* Goddamn.

*pulling himself back out into a wide corridor deep within the ship, he finally concedes to his need for light and turns on the headlamp*

[...] down toward the Engineering decks*

*avoiding the sight, pulls himself along the walls out of the lounge and into the corridor, then to a maintenance crawlway and finally [...]

[...] mixed with debris and a few bodies in Starfleet uniforms in the lack of gravity*

*ignoring the inclination to turn on his headlamp, he finds himself in the vessel's observation lounge, chairs and tables thrown about,[...]

[...] via handholds and twisted hull plating until he finds a breach large enough for him to enter*

*instead of using the suit to navigate around the wreck, he locates a handhold and uses it to pull himself along the hull, navigating [...]

*as he nears the scarred hull of the Federation cruiser, he gives another quick burst on the thrusters to slow his approach*

*activating his suit's thrusters, he checks the fuel level - 23% - before giving a quick burst, propelling him toward a nearby derelict*